Storm Watch Watercolors


Shards of brittle disappointment
cascade toward cavernous asylum
deep beneath judgment’s layers
where pain holds court,
its faceless clock
forever ticking endless sentences.

Such is the place
where memory’s tenacious tentacles
conduct ghost-like stringed adagios
embraced by down-filled boundaries of time.

Peering upon the fragile canvas,
mortality’s hourglass of lessons
trickles endlessly into memorial sanctuaries,
where life’s ethereal architecture
once occupied with heavy-laden storm-watch purpose
now peacefully accepts closure,

its watercolors in the rain

welcoming the sun’s healing rays.